Tinsel watched Henry with love and concern. Her brother had been so lonely and never said a word. Had she been so distant and obsessed with her work that she'd lost touch with both her lover and her family?
She put her hand over his, holding firmly onto him. "Hey. I'm not going anywhere," she said. "Neither is Merry. Your relationship is so new but your friendship isn't. You gave it time, right? You didn't rush into it. Maybe don't tell him you're in love with him yet, but it doesn't mean what you feel is wrong. Henry- I wish you'd reached out and told somebody how you felt." Imagine if she hadn't moved back to New York. Imagine if they'd been too late...